By Tom Quiner
A quarter of a million folks have watched a rap video called “My EBT” by an artist who labels himself as MR EBT. I’ve posted the video above.
If you can get through the full three minutes and fifty-one seconds of this song, you have more fortitude than I. The song is laced with a few swear words, so fifteen to twenty seconds give you enough flavor of MR EBT’s talents.
Here is a sampling of the lyrics:
“Sandwiches, chips, Snickers, Twix…I’m eating good…Potato chips…A big box of Oreos…Cereal, Kix…My EBT, My EBT…Walking down the Ave, there’s food I got a hunger for…I just want some Jam…Walking down the aisle, cuz I just want some ham…Wham!,” Mr EBT raps. “It’s the EBT, it’s not Food Stamps…Breakfast time the cheese is melted…if I don’t have my card I use someone else’s…”
For the uninitiated, an EBT is an electronic benefit transfer. Translation: it’s a state-provided credit card of sorts for folks on welfare. It replaces food stamps.
The rapper above celebrates his dependency on the tax payers. He exhibits no shame for living on the dole. Even more, he suggests that he is comfortable borrowing (or stealing) someone else’s EBT card if he doesn’t have his (“if I don’t have my card I use someone else’s…” ).
He laments his inability to buy weed with his EBT.
The Obama administration pays homage to EBTs. Former Iowa Governor and current Agriculture Secretary, Tom Vilsack sings the praises of EBTs:
“Every dollar of SNAP (Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program) benefits generates $1.84 in the economy in terms of economic activity. If people are able to buy a little more in the grocery store, someone has to stock it, package it, shelve it, process it, ship it. All of those are jobs. It’s the most direct stimulus you can get in the economy during these tough times.”
Conservatives and liberals agree on the idea of a government-provided safety net. The tension between the two ideologies has always been where to draw the line.
The folks picking up the bill, the taxpayers, feel pretty good about providing this safety net when they see hard-up folks working their tails off to find a job and exhibiting good values like thrift and integrity.
It’s a bitter pill to follow, though, when the folks carrying an EBT card exhibit a sense of entitlement and celebrate their dependency.
That’s called leeching off of society.
I wonder what the Secretary of Agriculture and our president think about the MR EBT’s of the world?